Archive for December, 2014

“Something bad in there, it keeps thumping.”

“Something bad in there, it keeps thumping.” He was trying to describe for me what his anxiety felt like, and how he couldn’t verbalize it. “You can hear it thumping. It must be big, and it must be vicious. I can feel the pain of it. I just can’t put my finger on it.” He […]

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“My poor hurt squirrel drains my empathy battery.”

“My poor hurt squirrel drains my empathy battery.” After surviving Thanksgiving Dinner at her in-laws, and then making a trip to a friends house on the coast (and finding friend into drinking and drugs), she sat on my couch and was wiped out. Her batteries to process life were again worn down. While describing the […]

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